What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 08:12
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Do many women shave their vaginas?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Soldier with the gas-mask
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
How do I identify fake friends in life?
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Why did we evolve to have so many nerve endings in our anuses?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What are the best Jewish jokes?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
How long would you let a homeless friend stay at your house?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Mothership alien sorceress
Do handsome guys intimidate women or people in general?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Can you explain the difference between God and atma according to the Bhagavad-Gita?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I never knew my life mattered”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Me and my peeps is all trife
What does life mean without death?
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Know your enemies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who designed our DNA structure?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
I seen it all in my short life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The other one don't understand me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,